Crochet-etry: Final Words from Lore of the Lookbook

Vol. 6 (continued from last week)
As I was shrugging into the Cinched Cardigan
a lean icy blade of wind

slung itself aimlessly

into the thick lazy honey golden haze of summer

Masquerading itself

among waves of heat

then plunging into the ocean of life

ambushing the revelers

causing them to straddle the hemisphere of Change that surprise visitor

announcing its arrival with big brassy invincible knuckles of certainty

Demanding Receptivity

Or Else
Watching us hide underwater

mutinously against the tides

Knowing the water would be too formidable an opponent  

ionically

that positivity would triumph
like Peace versus two men fistfighting underwater.
But you could find yourself somewhere where you'd have to fight to return to peace.
Dumpster diving through rubbish

in order to brandish a shard of truth
faithfully polishing it

til darkness would look elsewhere to avoid its gleam.
And with truth shining so bright,
you would know where to find Peace

In The Midst Of Change.

~Final Words in Lore of the Lookbook ~

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